Solomon Papaya, is a celebrity figure
In Tamil speaking world
Popularly known as “Pattimanram Judge”
A scholar listening to both sides of
Warring academic groups debating
on particular subject, its pros and cons
Delivers judgment, in a more witty style
Sometimes in a more
Emotional and intellectual style,too.
A former Tamil Professor,
Always sporting white clothing,
A typical black man, like me
Blessed with beneficent Dravidian color
Fondly called as “karuvayan by his mother”
Always wearing a smile on his face
All the white teeth flashing like
High voltage motor lights fixed on a car
Passing on a national highway
Fully enveloped by darkness.
Always gesticulating on stage
With infinite variety of body language
Bristling with abundant sense of humor
And cracking jokes on the
contending groups of scholars
And also on himself, without
wondering or offending anybody
The slang of Madurai Tamil
Lending a helping hand
To evolve a style of his own,
He’s a picture of happiness and optimism
Whenever he appears on the stage
Consumed away by bliss and peace,always.
A serene joy pervading all through his face
Not to speak of continual
Mischievous twinkle in his eye
He’s always a source of inspiration,
His scholarship not burdening others.
Once, his stage colleague,
Who would sometimes seemingly look
Like a clown, a banker by Profession
Again a popular speaker on the stage
Both of them acted in a movie too
Which created a lot of understandable stir?
A legitimate criticism against
Those authors who ridiculed “black colour”
And the “sacred Tamil names” in bad taste
In the name of raw humor,
Asked a question to our Tamil professor
“Did you ever cry? When would you cry?:”
Our Tamil king Solomon replied:
“Whenever the memories of my mother
Envelop me, I cry profusely
And whenever I come across
Poor people, the dispossessed, the have nots
I lose my control and weep for them.
I do help them, whatever I can
But I don’t have any
Large economic fortune
To help them on any sustained basis”
Solomon papaya feels,
He must have spent more time
With his mother
I also think any good son/daughter
An affectionate and emotionally
Surcharged human,
However well he would have
Engaged his mother still would feel,
He has not done full justice
While she was alive.
I too, a mere human
An affectionate son, definitely
Not a bad son,
Couldn’t handle her, engage her
Befitting of my love and concern
And her dignity and stature
Having faltered to render
A reasonable justice to her
While she was alive,
During A long life lasting more than 90 years
Not even a singly day passes
Without releasing a full cry
A welcome release or relief
To get rid of my bottled up pressures
During three weeks stay at Paris,
Divine willed me to visit
St. Michael church twice
I shed tears for my mother
In that Holy church,
And remained in a trance state
For few minutes,
Somewhere, up and above the sky
Like twinkling stars in the galaxy
She would envelop me and blanket me
With all her love, care and concern
In Tamil speaking world
Popularly known as “Pattimanram Judge”
A scholar listening to both sides of
Warring academic groups debating
on particular subject, its pros and cons
Delivers judgment, in a more witty style
Sometimes in a more
Emotional and intellectual style,too.
A former Tamil Professor,
Always sporting white clothing,
A typical black man, like me
Blessed with beneficent Dravidian color
Fondly called as “karuvayan by his mother”
Always wearing a smile on his face
All the white teeth flashing like
High voltage motor lights fixed on a car
Passing on a national highway
Fully enveloped by darkness.
Always gesticulating on stage
With infinite variety of body language
Bristling with abundant sense of humor
And cracking jokes on the
contending groups of scholars
And also on himself, without
wondering or offending anybody
The slang of Madurai Tamil
Lending a helping hand
To evolve a style of his own,
He’s a picture of happiness and optimism
Whenever he appears on the stage
Consumed away by bliss and peace,always.
A serene joy pervading all through his face
Not to speak of continual
Mischievous twinkle in his eye
He’s always a source of inspiration,
His scholarship not burdening others.
Once, his stage colleague,
Who would sometimes seemingly look
Like a clown, a banker by Profession
Again a popular speaker on the stage
Both of them acted in a movie too
Which created a lot of understandable stir?
A legitimate criticism against
Those authors who ridiculed “black colour”
And the “sacred Tamil names” in bad taste
In the name of raw humor,
Asked a question to our Tamil professor
“Did you ever cry? When would you cry?:”
Our Tamil king Solomon replied:
“Whenever the memories of my mother
Envelop me, I cry profusely
And whenever I come across
Poor people, the dispossessed, the have nots
I lose my control and weep for them.
I do help them, whatever I can
But I don’t have any
Large economic fortune
To help them on any sustained basis”
Solomon papaya feels,
He must have spent more time
With his mother
I also think any good son/daughter
An affectionate and emotionally
Surcharged human,
However well he would have
Engaged his mother still would feel,
He has not done full justice
While she was alive.
I too, a mere human
An affectionate son, definitely
Not a bad son,
Couldn’t handle her, engage her
Befitting of my love and concern
And her dignity and stature
Having faltered to render
A reasonable justice to her
While she was alive,
During A long life lasting more than 90 years
Not even a singly day passes
Without releasing a full cry
A welcome release or relief
To get rid of my bottled up pressures
During three weeks stay at Paris,
Divine willed me to visit
St. Michael church twice
I shed tears for my mother
In that Holy church,
And remained in a trance state
For few minutes,
Somewhere, up and above the sky
Like twinkling stars in the galaxy
She would envelop me and blanket me
With all her love, care and concern
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